What Dreams May Come Page #3

- Look at you on the water!|- Well, hello! Come on...

walk along, feel the beat!

Dancing on water!|Smooth as ever!

And that was you...

just now, when...when I died.

I thought you recognised me,|because you called me "Doc".

Me being your favourite doc.

Could you lend me a hand? I'm|up to my ass in problems again.

Oh, Chris...

Come here.

You are still kinda ugly.

You taught me a lot, Chief.|Nice place you got here.

No, no.|Nice place you got here.

- Me?|- Sure, you're making all this.

We're insecure at first,|so we need safety and comfort.

We all paint our surroundings,|but you use real paint!

There's so much here|she didn't paint.

Like that bird.

Annie gave you a start,|like holding onto handrails.

You're creating a world.

From your imagination,|from anything you want.

- Why doesn't it move?|- It will when you want it to.

Oh-hoh! You go, boy!

- Can I make it dive?|- You're the painter!

[Doc] It's your world!

[Doc] Look at it go!

- How about turquoise wings?|- Turquoise!

[Chris]|And a little mauve, all right!

- I didn't do that.|- No, I did.

When we're together|it's like dual controls.

- Can I make elephants fly?|- Didn't Annie paint a house?

Yeah, it's our dream house.

[Doc] Just a stroll|across the water.

Let's take the shortcut.

- Nice shortcut.|- It's easy, look at me!

- I'm gonna drown.|- You're already dead.

Am I...am I really here?

What do you mean by "you"?|Your arm or your leg?

- Partly.|- Really?

- And if you lost your limbs?|- I'd still be me.

- What is the "me"?|- My brain, I suppose.

Your brain?|Your brain is a body part.

Like your fingernail|or your heart. Why is that you?

Because "I" am a voice|in my head.

The part that thinks, feels.

That is aware that I exist.

[Doc] So if you're aware|you exist...then you do.

That's why you're still here.

[Doc] No windows. What aren't|you ready to see, I wonder?

Drink it. Think it's|coffee and it will be.

OK.

It's coffee...

Paint!

Acrylic.

- [Doc] Why is it so hard?|- What?

Your brain is meat.|It rots and disappears.

You thought that's all|there was to you?

Like you're in your house now.

You're IN your house,|you AREN'T your house.

The house falls down,|you walk away.

But I rebuilt, huh?

You see your body|because you like seeing one.

We're seeing|what we choose to see.

Let me show you something.

Ha!

[Chris] It's real.|Where is the paint?

[Doc] You don't need it any|more. This is your world now.

Thought is real.

Physical is the illusion.|Ironic, huh?

- Where's God in all this?|- He's up there.

Somewhere...|Shouting down that he loves us.

Wondering why we can't hear him.|You think?

Drink your coffee.

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